The Dear Hunter - Mustard lyrics

rate me

Here they are, the wicked

A panic floods the field

Deliverance, unthinkable

They play the part performing oh so well

With empty cause they carry on

A twisted soul, an apparition

Born of a beastly brand

They butcher purposely

(Just have the sense to run away)

Scream at the sky and beg

Beg for a reason He would allow this

Look to the sky and say

We would be better off without this

Who would allow this?

We've never felt alive,

But none of us can die just when we want to

(Want to)

We're stuck in this disguise

With leather skin these eyes designed to haunt you

(Haunt you)

But do we haunt you?

Scream at the sky and beg

Beg for a reason He would allow this

Look to the sky and say

We would be better off without this

Who would allow this?

From the other side